Words Matter...and It's All About Context

I've been thinking about the Counselor's use of the term "enjoy" in reference to my feelings about sex with JJ (If you don't know what I'm talking about, catch up by reading Kat's First Counseling Session), and it made me start thinking about the use of words in general.

Context is everything, isn't it?

For example, let's take the word "whore." Merriam-Webster defines a whore as a woman who performs sexual acts for money; a prostitute; also a promiscuous or immoral woman. Whether it's an insult or a compliment, however, depends entirely on the context. A wife who uses the word to describe her husband's mistress is clearly not using it as a compliment.  Cara uses the term with me when she's annoyed with me ("Shut up, you whore.") or when she's annoyed with someone else ("She was rude to me, that whore."). When she uses it with me, it doesn't feel like an insult or a compliment, but more like a term of endearment.  Huh?  I know.  It's strange.

Now when JJ whispers it to me ("Come on, whore, tell me how much you want it..." or "That's a good whore..."), it's definitely both a term of endearment and a compliment. But if he were to substitute its synonym "prostitute" for it, it would not work at all.  In fact, that would be big turn off for me.

What about the word "slut?" It's a lot like "whore," in the sense that it's both naughty and nice. Younger women use it as an insult for other young women, but it loses its power as an insult as a woman ages.  I haven't been insulted by the term for at least 25 years. Heck, I've known women in their 50's who consider it a badge of honor.  What a compliment to still be thought of as a slut at that age! No?  I guess it matters who's saying it, huh?

When JJ sends me a text that says, "I need my slut! Can you get away tomorrow afternoon?" I just melt inside. Yes, I melt.

What about other naughty words like cunt, cock, fuck, and so on? While they sound crude in polite conversation, they are the only words that work in certain contexts. I can't imagine purring "Oh yes, please have intercourse with me and put your your nice big penis in my vagina" (although I have met foreign men online who use language like that and it just makes me laugh). No, I would say," Oh yes, fuck me with your nice thick cock" (or something like that). I don't have intercourse.  I fuck.  On occasion, I make love.

This brings me to all of the possible words to describe "down there" in writing.  DauntlessD and I have discussed this more than once and it usually ends up as a rather funny conversation.  If you've read any of my naughty stories, you know I like the word cock to describe a man's penis.  Not Dauntless.  He insists that it sounds crude, so he prefers "manhood" and "member." Dang, I'm already giggling. Those terms just sound funny to me, but when he uses them in his writing, they seem to fit perfectly (pun intended).

(As I was writing this, I got an email from a blogger friend who referred to his cock as "my hard warrior." What is it when it's not hard? A peasant? An unarmed warrior? A farmer?)

And Ladies, no matter what term you use for it, never ever ever use the adjectives "cute," "little," or "darling," when referring to a man's cock.  Trust me on this.  I learned the hard way.  I should really say that I learned this lesson the "it's not hard anymore" way.

Finding the right word for a woman's private area is also difficult. There are not many choices.  Pussy (ok, but overused). Cunt (ok, a bit on the crude and rough side, but perfect sometimes). Vagina (too clinical). Labia (painfully clinical). After that, it's all about euphemisms - womanhood, flower.

Of course, the context matters.  I would never refer to it as my "pussy" or my "cunt" with my doctor. Nor would I refer to it as my "womanhood."

Sigh.

You would think that when it comes to sex, the words would matter less than the....uh.....sensations, but the words still matter.

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A word of advice to new prowlers - Be very careful about using these naughty words with a woman until you know exactly what turns her on. Some women still get offended by being called a slut, even in bed.

Fantasy Time

Well, fellow Prowlers, I gave you my word that my stories of playtime would be true unless I told you otherwise.  I thought I'd share a lusty fantasy with you to whet your whistle for some more real life stories coming soon. Like every good fantasy, though, parts of it are grounded in reality.  Can you guess which ones?  Enjoy!

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I show up in town, get a hotel room, and give you a call as we planned. It takes you a couple of hours to show up, but I know you'll come.

You're nervous when you knock at the door. I don't want to make you any more nervous than you have to be (no, your being nervous is definitely not in my best interest in this situation), so I answer fairly quickly, standing behind the door so you don't see me until you step into the dimly lit room. As I close the door, you notice a few things about me....I'm short, only 5'4", so you have to look down at me. I'm wearing a black lace baby doll nightie, completely see through, no panties. Yes, I look just like the pics I sent. So do you.

I stand up on my tippy toes and reach up to kiss you (6'4" really is tall!) as you put your arms around me. It's a deep, wet, probing kiss. Any nervousness I was feeling flies out the window.  I relax into you, feeling safe in your strong arms. This is the part that just doesn't come through in email, chat or even over a webcam. The taste of your mouth, the urgency of your kiss, the feel of your hardening cock, the power of your embrace. I've known you for a while now online, but this is the real you. I feel like I'm rediscovering you all over again.

I can feel your hands sliding under my negligee and reaching for my breasts.  I reach down and unfasten your pants, easily freeing your hard, thick cock, and I start to stroke it slowly but firmly. I smile when I hear you moan - more like a growl - into our kiss. The kiss lasts a long time, taking on a rhythm of its own - I inhale as you exhale and exhale as you inhale, losing myself in the connection developing between us. Eventually, you lean back against the wall, grab my hair, and press me down to my knees.......

I lick your cock slowly from base to tip. Again. Again. Looking up at you with my deep blue eyes, I take the tip into my mouth and begin suckling it gently. I take more into my mouth, then more with each stroke until I can feel the head at the back of my throat. I pause for just a second before diving down and swallowing the head. You gasp. Then I start working your gorgeous cock deeply, flicking my tongue on the head on each upstroke and swallowing the head on each downstroke.

You grab my head, entwining your fingers in my hair, and start fucking my mouth and throat hard and fast. I don't resist. Instead, I relax and let you take me, sucking and licking as best I can in-between gasps for air.
"That's right," I hear you say. "Suck my cock, whore. You're my whore, aren't you?"

I moan with affirmation and pleasure at hearing you claim me. I suck even harder, desperate to please you, and I can feel your cock stiffen as you prepare to cum.  I prepare to swallow every drop gratefully, but you suddenly pull me off you, pulling me by my hair up to my feet. I squeal lightly and scramble to comply.
You turn around and pin me to the wall roughly, forcefully. You release my hair and grab my hips with your strong hands, lifting me up. I throw my arms around your shoulders and pull myself up, wrapping my legs around you as you drive your hard cock inside me. I scream as you enter me, digging my fingers into your shoulders. You drive into me hard, pounding me against the wall....harder, harder, harder....

I tighten my legs around you as I start to shake, and I can tell that you can feel my cunt tighten around you, too. You grab my hands from your shoulders and pin them against the wall, not allowing me to lift myself off you at all - forcing me to be fully impaled on your cock. I scream...and start to cum. You continue to pound me as hard as you can...I struggle to buck against you to keep my orgasm going.

You whisper in my ear, "Tell me what you are...". I answer breathlessly, still cuming, "I'm your whore."
"That's right, slut," you moan as you thrust a final time, releasing into me.  You bite my neck as you cum. I moan, still shaking, the pleasure still rushing through my body.

You grab my hips again and gently lift me off your cock and lower me. I extend my legs to stand, but I'm still shuddering and my knees buckle. I grab onto your strong arms to steady myself. You lean down and kiss me deeply.... I return your kiss, melting into your arms, surrendering to you again......